<html><head></head><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:HelveticaNeue-Light, Helvetica Neue Light, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif;font-size:16px"><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54412">King George made his way to the bridge
today. His health had been declining and he was in a great deal of
pain.
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54415">He leaves behind his loving heartbroken
mommy, his stubborn daddy (he might be part basset hound), his two
legged brudder and his four legged brudder and his 3 four legged
sisters. Numerous furends and aunties and uncles. All of whom he
loved dearly.
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54418">King George was <font face="arial, sans, sans-serif" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54419"><font style="font-size: 9pt" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54420">14
y 11 mos 16 days</font></font> old. He had been with us since he was
6 weeks old. A result of a backyard breeder. Before we knew what a
bad thing it was. He was a tiny little thing with a big attitude. He
became his mom's best friend and mom became his best friend.
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54423">He went to lots of basset hound events
and raise lots of moola. He has traveled to Michigan, New Jersey,
Maryland, Florida and Illinois. And of course all over Texas! He was
crowned King in 2005 at the now defunct Michigan Basset Hound Rescue
waddle. He has also been to Canada where he visited Niagara Falls
with his most beautiful furend and PW Annie of Ohio. Don't worry they
had chaperones.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54424"><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54425">
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54426">He was bestest furends with King Bob
the Dog and did get to meet him at the Michigan waddle in 2006. King
Bob preceded George to the bridge as did his beloved PW Annie and his
furends PW LilyGurl, and PW Boey Anne. Also his sister Bessie, Daisy
and brothers Scooter, Max and Brutus. There is going to be quite the
reunion at the bridge.
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54429">George loved Christmas, he was great at
opening presents. He loved to wait until I came in the house when I
got home from work, he would go grab a toy and then run and jump on
the bed. He loved for you to try and take the toy away and he would
move his head back and forth so you couldn't reach it.
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54432">He loved loved loved belly rubs. He
loved McDonalds double cheeseburgers. He refused to eat dog food on
the road when we went to an event so he got chicken or cheeseburgers
and sometimes even steak! Then once we got back home he would go
right back to eating like he was supposed to.
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54435">He had me wrapped around that big old
paw the first time I laid eyes on him. I will love him beyond the end
of time. He is my heart. He is my breath. He was the first one I saw
when I came home from work. He was the last one I kissed goodbye when
I left in the mornings. He was the reason I woke up. He slept right
by my side for 14 years. How am I supposed to sleep now?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54436"><br id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54437">
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54438">I love you George.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54438"><br></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54438">Mommy</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54438"><br></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54438" dir="ltr">georgeegrunt@gmail.com</div><div class="qtdSeparateBR" id="yui_3_16_0_ym19_1_1476533875262_54269"><br></div></div></body></html>